A Gentle First Wiggle
The morning air felt soft and quiet. I blinked slowly, taking in the warm brown fluff towering just behind me. Carefully, I tried moving one small foot. It nudged forward against warm fingers. I pressed lightly into the skin supporting me, feeling steady and safe. Then I gave my little ribbon a tiny tilt. I can move, softly and surely, right where I am.
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